Hubris

Well. There it goes.

I haven't uploaded anything these past few months, and removed my stories. Writers Cafe became a sad disappointment, the creative juice stopped flowing, and I've knocked myself off a pedestal. Or three.

Last semester I enrolled in a creative writing course, thinking that, while it won't be a breeze, it would be thoroughly enjoyable. Well, I got the first part right. The latter, well...

Granted, my classmates were far from an enthusiastic bunch about writing, and certainly there were some (one) overblown personalities. But I had certain epiphanies about myself, and the realizations weren't pleasant.

It seems, darling, dear Mordantcoffee, that you may style yourself to be humble, but you will never take seriously someone whose one writing you judge to be inferior. Even when professors and peers say otherwise.

Figures that I have writer's block. The creative gods must be punishing me.